The Groaning of Homelands Between the Enormity of Aggression and the Pain of Betrayal

🖊️ Khalaf Allah Alobaid Hussein

Homeland is not merely a geographical area or borders drawn on a map. Rather, it is a compassionate, tender mother who embraces her children, a compassionate father as lofty as his ancestors and fathers, a memory that inhabits souls and consciences, and the pulse that gives life meaning. When the homeland groans, its groaning pierces hearts and shakes consciences, because its pain is unlike any other pain; it is the pain of the land, the people, history, and the future all together.

The groaning of homelands increases when the hand of brutal aggression reaches them and enemies conspire against them, invaded by a stranger who knows neither the sanctity of blood nor the sanctity of the land, leaving behind destruction and devastation, uprooting trees, demolishing homes, and sowing fear instead of reassurance. No matter how intense this aggression, it remains a visible enemy, known to all, and confronted by honorable people united in one line.

But more bitter than external aggression is the pain of betrayal, mercenary work, and mercenary work. A son of the land sells his homeland for a pittance, transforming from a protector into a poisoned dagger in the side of his country. That is an incurable stab and wounds that never heal. Betrayal is more deadly than any aggression, because it comes not from across borders, but from within the ranks, from those we thought would be support, but who turned out to be our most bitter enemies. (Her land nurtured me as a child, so how could I make her suffer my treachery?) (Our ancestors long ago protected the homeland, … On the precious soil, my wealth is precious.)

Yet, despite the enormity of the aggression and the pain of betrayal, the homeland remains resilient. It rises on the shoulders of the loyal, resists with the breaths of the martyrs, and blossoms anew with the arms of the faithful. How painful are the moments when hope for salvation shines at the end of the tunnel, and how glorious is the image of the homeland when its honest sons write chapters of glory from the womb of suffering. The groaning of the homeland is neither surrender nor weakness. Rather, it is a call that awakens consciences and urges free people to prove that the land is more precious than life, that treason has no place among their ranks, and that aggression, no matter how tyrannical, must cease.

(If the people one day want life,

the night must surely come to an end and the chains must be broken.)

The homeland does not let down its honest sons; rather, it rewards them with dignity and immortality in the memory of generations.

Mercy and forgiveness for the righteous martyrs.

Speed ​​recovery for the wounded. May God free the captives.

May God protect Sudan and its noble and generous people.